A Black Woman’s Guide to Dissecting Empathy and Grief

Performative grief is useless, temporal, and cyclical.

I huff and sniffle noisily when I cry. At my day gig, a guy who sits on the other side of me in the network of heather grey partitions that gives us all the illusion of privacy has heard me weeping more times than I’d like to admit. I’m sure it was a downer for him, but for the first few months on the job there was…